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Deborah Sosin

Deborah Sosin
Location
Boston, Massachusetts,
Birthday
February 27
Bio
I'm a writer, editor, psychotherapist, and graduate student in the MFA Program in Creative Writing at Lesley University in Cambridge. I facilitate Write It Like It Is workshops and groups in the Boston area and teach at Grub Street. ("DebFeb" is a nickname related to my birth month.)

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NOVEMBER 19, 2013 10:18AM

November 22, 1963: A Child's-Eye View

I sat alone on the floor at the foot of my parents’ bed, staring up at the flickering black-and-white images. The TV was a 12-inch RCA with a green plastic exterior. I loved watching TV, but that Friday my stomach felt upside-down and inside-out. Everything felt different, as if things would… Read full post »

APRIL 20, 2013 10:03AM

My Day on Lockdown in Watertown

Shelter in place. I’d never heard those words before yesterday, but now I’ll never forget them.

I’d figured those boys were long gone, pounding beers on some tropical island or cruising unnoticed through the alleyways of some metropolis, with smug smiles and dyed hair.

I’d fig… Read full post »

AUGUST 26, 2012 9:40PM

Moon Fever: An Apollo 11 Flashback

 

It was July 20th, 1969. My family crunched together on the couch watching our black-and-white German TV with the sound down. We leaned in close to catch every word on the Armed Forces Network radio broadcast.

Beep. “Roger. Go for landing, over. 3,000 feet.” Beep.

My heartRead full post »

Thursday marks the 25th anniversary of the crash of Northwest Flight 255 in Detroit. 154 people on board, and two people on the ground, died that day. One survived. Until this morning's segment on The Today Show, Cecelia Cichan has never spoken publicly about the tragedy. This clip is part ofRead full post »

JULY 26, 2012 6:28AM

Olymp-o-Mania: 2008 Flashback

 I remember it happened four years ago, too. And eight years ago. And 12, 20, even 36 [now 40] years ago, when Mark Spitz was the hot, supple-limbed poster boy in Munich. The pageantry and pomp, rabid nationalism, heart-wrenching backstories, and interminable commercials. And I rememb… Read full post »

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NOVEMBER 22, 2011 8:47AM

November 22, 1963: Remembering JFK

I sat alone on the floor at the foot of my parents’ bed, staring up at the flickering black-and-white images. The TV was a 12-inch RCA with a green plastic exterior. I loved watching TV, but that Friday my stomach felt upside-down and inside-out. Everything felt different, as if things would… Read full post »

“I take full responsibility and I deeply regret any hurt or pain I might have caused anyone by my actions and indiscretions.”

How manly. How mature. Yes, I’m talking about Anthony Weiner, and the long punch line of men (I really can’t think of an equivalent errant woman) who ha… Read full post »

Not long ago, I purged my bedroom closet. I’d ignored it for many months. Purging is one of those tasks that falls under the “someday” category: “I really should, but not today,” “I’ll get around to it,” “It’s not really interfering with my… Read full post »

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AUGUST 30, 2010 7:17AM

Three Blind Dates, See How I Run

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A simple truth: Dating sucks. And dating over 50 comes with its own inestimable challenges. What used to be perky now sags. Hair grows where we don’t want it and disappears from where we do want it. If we’re lucky, we have aging parents. Some of us… Read full post »
Moon Landing, July 20, 1969

It was July 20th, 1969. My family crunched together on the couch watching our black-and-white German TV with the sound down. We leaned in close to catch every word on the Armed Forces Network radio broadcast.

Beep. “Roger. Go for landing, over. 3,000 feet.” Beep.

My heart wRead full post »

Game shows are in my blood. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve wanted to be a contestant. It’s not just a matter of fun and the possibility of prize money that calls me. It’s a fulfillment of my genetic destiny, a quest to uphold the family name. And I’m… Read full post »

Sometimes it’s just too hard to watch the news or read the paper. I like to be informed, but it’s all death, war, fire, catastrophe, chaos, abuse, corruption, stress, stress, stress. I can almost feel the cortisol firing into my arteries.

So I’m shifting my attention to the simple t
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I never watched LOST till last night. But with all the hype, I felt compelled to tune in. I watched the first half-hour of the recap, then the last hour of the finale.

So, near as I can figure, this is the recap. Correct me if I’m wrong.

A plane crashes near a… Read full post »

I ran out of trash bags recently and grabbed some new ones at Shaw’s Market. The packaging looked familiar enough—a tightly wound cylinder of 70 white tall kitchen bags with twist ties tucked inside a transparent plastic sack with a yellow border and red lettering.

On the next trash nigh… Read full post »

The last time anything exciting happened in my neighborhood, it was a back-porch fire started by a careless smoker. That was a few years ago. People still talk about it now and then.

So imagine the hubbub today at 6:00 a.m. when the FBI raided a nondescript house two blocks from where… Read full post »

APRIL 8, 2010 11:21PM

Auschwitz in Living Color

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I wasn’t prepared for Auschwitz in color. Somehow I’d pictured the black-and-white scenes from newsreels and history books and Schindler’s List. It wasn’t logical, my vision, but nothing about Auschwitz was logical.

It was July 1999 and I was touring Eastern Europe wi… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 15, 2010 2:22PM

My Homestyle Olympics

Whenever the Olympics roll around, I start thinking about the human body. What it can do, what it can’t do, what it’s meant to do, and what it’s most definitely not meant to do. I’m certain the human body is not meant to hurtle down a mountainside at 90 miles per… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 12, 2010 8:21AM

Valentine's Diary, 1967 (Part Three)

Catapulted into my first heart-pounding romance after the basketball game on February 17, 1967, I breathed Jon Seeley day and night. We exchanged passionate notes between classes and talked awkwardly on the phone. He almost couldn’t come to my 13th birthday party because he was on restriction,Read full post »

FEBRUARY 10, 2010 9:00AM

Valentine's Diary, 1967 (Part Two)

What could possibly be more angst-filled than seventh grade? Puberty exacting its cruel agenda: passions soaring, pimples sprouting, the wild highs, the darkest depression. (Hmm. Sounds a lot like menopause.)

Here is the second of three installments from my memoir-in-progress, Where Is Luv? A Teenage… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 8, 2010 9:21AM

Valentine's Diary, 1967

Seventh-grade love. Is there anything more wonderful and excruciating?

For better or for worse, I have the evidence to prove it. Among the piles of diaries I still have from my angsty adolescence, perhaps my favorite is from the winter of 1967—a simple, yellow spiral-bound notebook whose front… Read full post »

JANUARY 22, 2010 2:40PM

15 Small Pleasures in a Stressful World

Sometimes it’s just too hard to watch the news or read the paper. I like to be informed, but it’s all death, war, fire, catastrophe, chaos, abuse, corruption, stress, stress, stress. I can almost feel the cortisol firing into my arteries.

So I’m shifting my attention to the simple t
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DECEMBER 24, 2009 12:34AM

Jolie: My Butterscotch Sundae

She was my butterscotch sundae, molten orange, blazing and bold and luscious. Swirls of butterscotch mixed with icy vanilla and hot fudge, deep and dark.

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She chased the light and curled into the gray shadows. She breathed against my shoulder and burrowed against my heart. She watched… Read full post »

DECEMBER 1, 2009 7:27AM

The "Good Knife" and Other Life Lessons

The half-banana lying on the counter would be a tempting addition to my soy-yogurt lunch. Before slicing it up, I wanted to cut off the browning skin that had formed at its open end. This was a job for my good knife.

In my silverware drawer is a tray filled… Read full post »

I sat alone on the floor at the foot of my parents’ bed, staring up at the flickering black-and-white images. The TV was a 12-inch RCA with a green plastic exterior. I loved watching TV, but that Friday my stomach felt upside-down and inside-out. Everything felt different, as if things would… Read full post »

“Get Rid of Your Anxiety, Find Your Spiritual Path and More!” shouts the headline of Oprah’s weekly online newsletter. It’s one of 23 new emails cluttering my inbox at the end of a long day.

Normally, I ignore these teasers, but you know how it is. You’re tired. You&rsqu… Read full post »